"Thank you. Your Cow will be delivered within a week. She is unaware that she's a robot and will restart programming if told. Good bye." And with that 500 pounds, went from your account.
***
Although you know it will prove difficult, you decide to refrain from masturbating until your cow arrives. It would be too bad to have her show up when you're not in the mood! So you wait. And wait. And wait some more...
Four days go by, and you begin to fear your order was lost in the mail or, worse even, that you were scammed... or worst: that your order was sent to the wrong address, in which case you couldn't count on whoever received your cow to return her! Who would part with such a useful thing?!
You can't stomach the thought of waiting at home for another day. To forget your state of perpetual arousal, you need to... to move, to walk, to run, to do anything that takes your mind off this urge to cum that has been building up for days. By noon, it is settled: you will leave the house and won't come back before bedtime. It doesn't matter what you do, even if you end up doing nothing more walk around the block a hundred times in a row, at least you'll be doing *something*.
You grab your coat, open your door, step outside and smash right into the most humongous breasts you have ever seen. You take a startled step back. Four gigantic boobs, each much too large for you to wrap your hands around, are blocking your way. Behind them stands a young lady, her body covered in a very light fur, her head evoking that of a cow, though her eyes are much more human-like. As far as you can tell, the only thing she is wearing is a huge cowbell engraved with the number "100" that is hung around her neck and that rests on top of her monstrous bosom. You stare at her in disbelief. She clears her throat:
"Uh, hi. I'm, uh, I'm here to..."
She flounders for a moment, clearly unable to remember what she was about to say. She turns halfway around and you see her read something off a card she was holding behind her back.
"Oh, right! I'm here to, uh... to... serr... service... a... cock. Yeah. That's it." She turns towards you. "You don't happen to know what a cock is, uh?"
You can't believe it. There she is! At long last! But... how long has she been standing there?! And is she really that stupid?! |
|
There she is! Naked, very stupid and ridiculously busty, and standing on your porch... What now?
A quick facefuck seems like a good introduction to her new job...
Bring Her In and Take it Slow
|